take me down with you
Pairing: kaisoo
Rating: NC-17; PWP
Warnings: underage sex, age gap, spanking, age switch, ninja!daddykink
Note: For My Liege, Sydney.
Summary: Jongin thinks going to Hell is worth it if he gets to fuck sixteen-year old Kyungsoo.
Sweat rolls down Jongin’s temples and under his chin as the cool air brushes along his cheeks, the evening breeze fanning his hair back from his face as he runs against it. Crickets are chirping around him but, he’s wholeheartedly listening to a podcast on a study concerning the anatomy of grass cells and how they go through photosynthesis as he goes by the church on his usual after-dinner jogging route. At this point, he starts to get nervous though as his legs pick up their pace in anticipation for the highlight of his exercise routine: the basketball court.
Because, honestly, nothing’s better than watching sweaty boys in little shorts bumping up against each other.
He clenches his eyes shut for a moment and takes an unusually deep breath of air, tries to will himself back to listening to his incredibly boring podcast to distract his growing erection. This isn’t right, Kim Jongin, he tells himself. You’re a grown man and those boys probably aren’t even out of high school yet.
Even so, the second the basketball court comes within eyeshot, he can’t resist the tantalizing urge to slow his pace and stare. There isn’t the usual sound of shuffling feet and chatter that always comes on Wednesdays at eight o'clock though so, a rush of disappointment shoots through his chest until he sees something just as pleasing.
Oh, yes, he’s not going to be disappointed tonight.
Tonight, he gets a generous serving of plump ass staring back at him through basketball shorts that expose milky thighs and Jongin--
“Fuck!” he yells as he gets a faceful of pebbles, his knee and the palms of his hands skidding across the rough cement as he trips on nothing.
The boy immediately straightens upon hearing the collision, was busily tying his shoes as Jongin was coming by. Upon seeing Jongin in such a compromising position, he rushes over to his aid and helps him up. “Are you okay?” he asks worriedly, soft hands on Jongin’s arm and big eyes ripping holes into his conscience.
“Y-yeah,” he stammers, eyes wide and pupils dilating in excitement. More than okay.
“Really? We should really patch you up though. We wouldn’t want anything to get infected,” the boy says sweetly as he rakes his eyes along Jongin’s form. “How about we head over to the church across the street? There should be a first-aid kit in the pastor’s office.” So, he wraps his hand around Jongin’s and leads him there with a smile. “By the way, I’m Kyungsoo.”
And Jongin gasps as he snaps out of his daze, was having some less-than-decent fantasies of sliding his hands between those luscious legs and-- “O-oh, yes, uh, okay, I’m Kim. No-- I mean-- Kim Jongin. Jongin, yeah. Kim Jongin.”
Smooth, dumbass! he mentally scolds himself, cheeks flushing as he brings a hand to wipe the shame off his face.
“I know,” Kyungsoo replies quietly as they enter the darkened church and pass by the prayer room.
“Pardon?” Jongin inquires, leaning a bit closer to Kyungsoo so that he can hear better.
“Nothing!” Kyungsoo chimes as they make their way down the hallway.
(Because he’s playing right into Kyungsoo’s trap.)
It’s then that Jongin gets distracted from the thought as they arrive at the pastor’s office and Kyungsoo fishes around in his pocket for a ring of keys. “Uh, is this really okay?”
Kyungsoo pushes the door open a bit and then turns his head to grin brilliantly at him. “Sure it is! My dad is the pastor here. He always says that we should help those in need and you’re quite injured.”
Jongin’s not even bleeding.
He follows him into the room without asking any more questions, looking around at the unfamiliar bookshelves and art pieces as Kyungsoo locks the door behind them. Then, Kyungsoo grabs the first-aid kit in the corner and pushes Jongin further into the room. “Here, come sit on Daddy’s special chair,” he states as Jongin sits down on a plush, expensive-looking swivel chair behind the mahogany desk. “Are you comfortable?” he asks, a bit softer as he sets the first-aid kit down and Jongin adjusts to the seat.
“Ye--” And Jongin holds his breath as Kyungsoo comes to sit on the desk in front of him, feet planting themselves on either side of Jongin’s thighs on the cushioned seat.
“You wouldn’t mind if I made myself comfortable as well, would you?” Kyungsoo breathes, leaning back on his palms and watching as Jongin’s attention becomes fixed on the area between his legs. So, he moves a hand to his knee and dances his fingers along his thigh to slide them up and down along the length of the bulge in his shorts slowly--slowly.
Jongin gulps.
“You’re being so good,” Kyungsoo cooes, stroking himself into hardness through his clothes and relishing in Jongin’s fixed gaze. “Don’t you wanna touch me?”
“Yes--no--yes, but,” Jongin stutters, eyes still following those lewd fingers. “A-aren’t you a little-- young?”
At this, a wicked grin crosses Kyungsoo’s face and he leans forward, face incredibly close to Jongin’s. “Young enough to say, let’s go to Hell together.” And he grips Jongin’s shirt collar with both hands, yanks him gruffly in between his legs.
Jongin’s restrain completely shuts down in that second and he kneads Kyungsoo’s thighs in his hands, mouthing his dick through his shorts. Kyungsoo inhales shakily as they’re pulled down his waist and settled in the middle of his thighs-- and he really moans when he feels a hot tongue licking a stripe up his erection. He’s pushed down onto his back as Jongin sucks on the side of his dick, laps at the velvety tip and envelops it in his wet mouth.
“Oh, yes,” Kyungsoo pants, head getting dizzy from the building pleasure. His fingers get caught in Jongin’s hair and he grips hard when he’s swallowed entirely, completely drowned in the gratification of it all. Jongin feels him deep in his throat, savors the taste of him in his mouth and it’s so much better than he had ever imagined.
“You’re so bad, Kyungsoo,” he murmurs as his glistening lips kiss the side of the shaft, eager for more. Kyungsoo exhales heavily, eyes half-lidded as he squirms a bit on the desk. He’s so incredibly turned on and he’s just waiting for Jongin to give it to him. Jongin seems to get the hint though in the dirty look he sees, likes the desperate plea in his eyes. Fuck me, please.
He wants to oblige, but also wants to take this slow and treasure the time he has with him. He’s been waiting for something like this for so long and cutting right to the point would be a waste of a perfect opportunity. So, he moves his tongue back slowly over Kyungsoo’s dick again, a hand stroking him just as leisurely.
Kyungsoo whines a bit, hands gripping at Jongin’s shoulders and urging him to go quicker because it hurts. His head goes numb as he’s enveloped once again in between those sinful lips, rutting his hips because he needs it so bad. But then Jongin’s tongue presses against the bottom and he hollows his cheeks, sucks so hard it makes Kyungsoo break as he cums into his mouth. He groans and there’s a wonderful throbbing in his head, his heart beating quickly as he goes through his high.
Jongin swallows it all, loves how it tastes and licks him clean. He puts his hands on the back of Kyungsoo’s knees and pushes them towards the surface of the desk, opening him up completely.
Coming down from his climax and out of breath, Kyungsoo reaches a hand into the pocket of the shorts still around his mid-thighs and comes out with a bottle of lube. His cheeks flush crimson as he watches Jongin uncap it and spill some onto his fingers; he closes his eyes and gasps when he feels them inside.
“Yes, yes, Jongin, hurry and fuck me,” he begs, tearing up and looking straight into Jongin’s face. He gnaws on his bottom lip and Jongin doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone so attractive in his life as a thrill of adrenaline sprints through his heart and makes it stutter.
Jongin keeps one hand wrapped around the back of Kyungsoo’s knee as he leans down and kisses him, licking into his scorching mouth and enjoying the need on his lips. Through it all, Kyungsoo’s hands are on Jongin’s pants, tugging them down and closer to the edge of the desk where he’s being stretched painfully slow.
The moment Jongin thinks he can insert three fingers inside, he removes them and strokes his own dripping dick. He licks his lips and grins with anticipation as he presses the tip against Kyungsoo’s tight ass, rocking back and forth into him teasingly.
“Stop it,” Kyungsoo huffs, a hand catching on the hem of Jongin’s shirt as he tries to pull him deeper.
“Don’t be like that,” Jongin counters, hands on Kyungsoo’s hips as he quickly drags him closer to the edge of the desk and buries his dick in him in one go; he hears the satisfied moan and rolls his hips fast--faster. And he likes the sound of Kyungsoo’s voice as he chants his name in mindless pleasure.
He bends closer and plants open-mouthed kisses on Kyungsoo’s collarbones, nips at his neck as he rams into him even harder. Suddenly, he hears the hitch in Kyungsoo’s breathing, feels him tightening around his dick. “Feel good?” Jongin whispers into his ear, hitting the spot that keeps sending waves of gratification throughout Kyungsoo’s entire body.
“I’m gonna--” And Kyungsoo doesn’t even manage to finish his sentence because he orgasms, cumming all over his stomach and shuddering against Jongin.
As he’s trying to catch his breath, Jongin pulls out and takes a step back, urges him off the desk. Kyungsoo’s back aches a bit when he slides off, but then Jongin’s bending him over and forcing him down again face-first this time. There’s a lewd squelch when Jongin enters him and the pleasure instantly comes back.
He breathes in time with the languid thrusts, rocking back slowly. And Jongin’s gentle this time, lifts his shirt and lays kisses along his shoulderblades. He exhales hotly when he knows that Kyungsoo’s erect again, naughty hands travelling to knead his ass. “What if your Daddy found out about this, Kyungsoo?”
Kyungsoo giggles. “Are you going to tell him you fucked me?”
“Maybe,” Jongin whispers, a grin covering his face. “Or maybe I’ll just punish you myself,” he replies curtly, spanking him roughly and eliciting a yelp of surprise. He increases his pace and continues massaging Kyungsoo’s ass, rubbing the reddened skin.
“Again,” Kyungsoo whimpers, cheek pressed against the desk and dick painfully hard. “I’ve been a really bad boy, Jongin.”
“You have, haven’t you?” he responds, spanking him again but across the other cheek. But you’re so fucking hot. Jongin speeds up and spanks him again, enjoys listening to Kyungsoo’s mewls as he fucks him open. He reaches around and jerks him off as he’s nearing his peak, the desk rattling with every roll of his hips.
Then, Kyungsoo feels the scorching hot cum inside of his ass and Jongin’s sweaty forehead on his back as they hit their high together, legs trembling. Jongin thrusts into him a couple more times before pulling out, running a hand through his damp hair as he stares down at Kyungsoo, exhausted and spent.
After a moment of arguing with himself, Jongin finally manages to ask, “So… how old are you?”
Kyungsoo chuckles as he gets up from the desk, stretching out his sore muscles before looking him straight in the eye and stating, “Sixteen.” He wraps his arms around Jongin’s shoulders and their lips are dangerously close when he whispers, “But you’d fuck me again anyway, wouldn’t you?”
“Only if you don’t tell Daddy.”
“Next time you can be Daddy.”
Jongin’s looking forward to next time.
Rating: NC-17; PWP
Warnings: underage sex, age gap, spanking, age switch, ninja!daddykink
Note: For My Liege, Sydney.
Summary: Jongin thinks going to Hell is worth it if he gets to fuck sixteen-year old Kyungsoo.
Sweat rolls down Jongin’s temples and under his chin as the cool air brushes along his cheeks, the evening breeze fanning his hair back from his face as he runs against it. Crickets are chirping around him but, he’s wholeheartedly listening to a podcast on a study concerning the anatomy of grass cells and how they go through photosynthesis as he goes by the church on his usual after-dinner jogging route. At this point, he starts to get nervous though as his legs pick up their pace in anticipation for the highlight of his exercise routine: the basketball court.
Because, honestly, nothing’s better than watching sweaty boys in little shorts bumping up against each other.
He clenches his eyes shut for a moment and takes an unusually deep breath of air, tries to will himself back to listening to his incredibly boring podcast to distract his growing erection. This isn’t right, Kim Jongin, he tells himself. You’re a grown man and those boys probably aren’t even out of high school yet.
Even so, the second the basketball court comes within eyeshot, he can’t resist the tantalizing urge to slow his pace and stare. There isn’t the usual sound of shuffling feet and chatter that always comes on Wednesdays at eight o'clock though so, a rush of disappointment shoots through his chest until he sees something just as pleasing.
Oh, yes, he’s not going to be disappointed tonight.
Tonight, he gets a generous serving of plump ass staring back at him through basketball shorts that expose milky thighs and Jongin--
“Fuck!” he yells as he gets a faceful of pebbles, his knee and the palms of his hands skidding across the rough cement as he trips on nothing.
The boy immediately straightens upon hearing the collision, was busily tying his shoes as Jongin was coming by. Upon seeing Jongin in such a compromising position, he rushes over to his aid and helps him up. “Are you okay?” he asks worriedly, soft hands on Jongin’s arm and big eyes ripping holes into his conscience.
“Y-yeah,” he stammers, eyes wide and pupils dilating in excitement. More than okay.
“Really? We should really patch you up though. We wouldn’t want anything to get infected,” the boy says sweetly as he rakes his eyes along Jongin’s form. “How about we head over to the church across the street? There should be a first-aid kit in the pastor’s office.” So, he wraps his hand around Jongin’s and leads him there with a smile. “By the way, I’m Kyungsoo.”
And Jongin gasps as he snaps out of his daze, was having some less-than-decent fantasies of sliding his hands between those luscious legs and-- “O-oh, yes, uh, okay, I’m Kim. No-- I mean-- Kim Jongin. Jongin, yeah. Kim Jongin.”
Smooth, dumbass! he mentally scolds himself, cheeks flushing as he brings a hand to wipe the shame off his face.
“I know,” Kyungsoo replies quietly as they enter the darkened church and pass by the prayer room.
“Pardon?” Jongin inquires, leaning a bit closer to Kyungsoo so that he can hear better.
“Nothing!” Kyungsoo chimes as they make their way down the hallway.
(Because he’s playing right into Kyungsoo’s trap.)
It’s then that Jongin gets distracted from the thought as they arrive at the pastor’s office and Kyungsoo fishes around in his pocket for a ring of keys. “Uh, is this really okay?”
Kyungsoo pushes the door open a bit and then turns his head to grin brilliantly at him. “Sure it is! My dad is the pastor here. He always says that we should help those in need and you’re quite injured.”
Jongin’s not even bleeding.
He follows him into the room without asking any more questions, looking around at the unfamiliar bookshelves and art pieces as Kyungsoo locks the door behind them. Then, Kyungsoo grabs the first-aid kit in the corner and pushes Jongin further into the room. “Here, come sit on Daddy’s special chair,” he states as Jongin sits down on a plush, expensive-looking swivel chair behind the mahogany desk. “Are you comfortable?” he asks, a bit softer as he sets the first-aid kit down and Jongin adjusts to the seat.
“Ye--” And Jongin holds his breath as Kyungsoo comes to sit on the desk in front of him, feet planting themselves on either side of Jongin’s thighs on the cushioned seat.
“You wouldn’t mind if I made myself comfortable as well, would you?” Kyungsoo breathes, leaning back on his palms and watching as Jongin’s attention becomes fixed on the area between his legs. So, he moves a hand to his knee and dances his fingers along his thigh to slide them up and down along the length of the bulge in his shorts slowly--slowly.
Jongin gulps.
“You’re being so good,” Kyungsoo cooes, stroking himself into hardness through his clothes and relishing in Jongin’s fixed gaze. “Don’t you wanna touch me?”
“Yes--no--yes, but,” Jongin stutters, eyes still following those lewd fingers. “A-aren’t you a little-- young?”
At this, a wicked grin crosses Kyungsoo’s face and he leans forward, face incredibly close to Jongin’s. “Young enough to say, let’s go to Hell together.” And he grips Jongin’s shirt collar with both hands, yanks him gruffly in between his legs.
Jongin’s restrain completely shuts down in that second and he kneads Kyungsoo’s thighs in his hands, mouthing his dick through his shorts. Kyungsoo inhales shakily as they’re pulled down his waist and settled in the middle of his thighs-- and he really moans when he feels a hot tongue licking a stripe up his erection. He’s pushed down onto his back as Jongin sucks on the side of his dick, laps at the velvety tip and envelops it in his wet mouth.
“Oh, yes,” Kyungsoo pants, head getting dizzy from the building pleasure. His fingers get caught in Jongin’s hair and he grips hard when he’s swallowed entirely, completely drowned in the gratification of it all. Jongin feels him deep in his throat, savors the taste of him in his mouth and it’s so much better than he had ever imagined.
“You’re so bad, Kyungsoo,” he murmurs as his glistening lips kiss the side of the shaft, eager for more. Kyungsoo exhales heavily, eyes half-lidded as he squirms a bit on the desk. He’s so incredibly turned on and he’s just waiting for Jongin to give it to him. Jongin seems to get the hint though in the dirty look he sees, likes the desperate plea in his eyes. Fuck me, please.
He wants to oblige, but also wants to take this slow and treasure the time he has with him. He’s been waiting for something like this for so long and cutting right to the point would be a waste of a perfect opportunity. So, he moves his tongue back slowly over Kyungsoo’s dick again, a hand stroking him just as leisurely.
Kyungsoo whines a bit, hands gripping at Jongin’s shoulders and urging him to go quicker because it hurts. His head goes numb as he’s enveloped once again in between those sinful lips, rutting his hips because he needs it so bad. But then Jongin’s tongue presses against the bottom and he hollows his cheeks, sucks so hard it makes Kyungsoo break as he cums into his mouth. He groans and there’s a wonderful throbbing in his head, his heart beating quickly as he goes through his high.
Jongin swallows it all, loves how it tastes and licks him clean. He puts his hands on the back of Kyungsoo’s knees and pushes them towards the surface of the desk, opening him up completely.
Coming down from his climax and out of breath, Kyungsoo reaches a hand into the pocket of the shorts still around his mid-thighs and comes out with a bottle of lube. His cheeks flush crimson as he watches Jongin uncap it and spill some onto his fingers; he closes his eyes and gasps when he feels them inside.
“Yes, yes, Jongin, hurry and fuck me,” he begs, tearing up and looking straight into Jongin’s face. He gnaws on his bottom lip and Jongin doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone so attractive in his life as a thrill of adrenaline sprints through his heart and makes it stutter.
Jongin keeps one hand wrapped around the back of Kyungsoo’s knee as he leans down and kisses him, licking into his scorching mouth and enjoying the need on his lips. Through it all, Kyungsoo’s hands are on Jongin’s pants, tugging them down and closer to the edge of the desk where he’s being stretched painfully slow.
The moment Jongin thinks he can insert three fingers inside, he removes them and strokes his own dripping dick. He licks his lips and grins with anticipation as he presses the tip against Kyungsoo’s tight ass, rocking back and forth into him teasingly.
“Stop it,” Kyungsoo huffs, a hand catching on the hem of Jongin’s shirt as he tries to pull him deeper.
“Don’t be like that,” Jongin counters, hands on Kyungsoo’s hips as he quickly drags him closer to the edge of the desk and buries his dick in him in one go; he hears the satisfied moan and rolls his hips fast--faster. And he likes the sound of Kyungsoo’s voice as he chants his name in mindless pleasure.
He bends closer and plants open-mouthed kisses on Kyungsoo’s collarbones, nips at his neck as he rams into him even harder. Suddenly, he hears the hitch in Kyungsoo’s breathing, feels him tightening around his dick. “Feel good?” Jongin whispers into his ear, hitting the spot that keeps sending waves of gratification throughout Kyungsoo’s entire body.
“I’m gonna--” And Kyungsoo doesn’t even manage to finish his sentence because he orgasms, cumming all over his stomach and shuddering against Jongin.
As he’s trying to catch his breath, Jongin pulls out and takes a step back, urges him off the desk. Kyungsoo’s back aches a bit when he slides off, but then Jongin’s bending him over and forcing him down again face-first this time. There’s a lewd squelch when Jongin enters him and the pleasure instantly comes back.
He breathes in time with the languid thrusts, rocking back slowly. And Jongin’s gentle this time, lifts his shirt and lays kisses along his shoulderblades. He exhales hotly when he knows that Kyungsoo’s erect again, naughty hands travelling to knead his ass. “What if your Daddy found out about this, Kyungsoo?”
Kyungsoo giggles. “Are you going to tell him you fucked me?”
“Maybe,” Jongin whispers, a grin covering his face. “Or maybe I’ll just punish you myself,” he replies curtly, spanking him roughly and eliciting a yelp of surprise. He increases his pace and continues massaging Kyungsoo’s ass, rubbing the reddened skin.
“Again,” Kyungsoo whimpers, cheek pressed against the desk and dick painfully hard. “I’ve been a really bad boy, Jongin.”
“You have, haven’t you?” he responds, spanking him again but across the other cheek. But you’re so fucking hot. Jongin speeds up and spanks him again, enjoys listening to Kyungsoo’s mewls as he fucks him open. He reaches around and jerks him off as he’s nearing his peak, the desk rattling with every roll of his hips.
Then, Kyungsoo feels the scorching hot cum inside of his ass and Jongin’s sweaty forehead on his back as they hit their high together, legs trembling. Jongin thrusts into him a couple more times before pulling out, running a hand through his damp hair as he stares down at Kyungsoo, exhausted and spent.
After a moment of arguing with himself, Jongin finally manages to ask, “So… how old are you?”
Kyungsoo chuckles as he gets up from the desk, stretching out his sore muscles before looking him straight in the eye and stating, “Sixteen.” He wraps his arms around Jongin’s shoulders and their lips are dangerously close when he whispers, “But you’d fuck me again anyway, wouldn’t you?”
“Only if you don’t tell Daddy.”
“Next time you can be Daddy.”
Jongin’s looking forward to next time.